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Jeanne Pasle-Green: CAN A WOMAN FUCK A MAN? Fellisa brought Ed to visit me because we are both Scorpios with Cancer rising. We all got high, and while my sister and I rapped about menses and Woman's Lib, Ed listened carefully without saying a word, quietly absorbing the vibrations and thoughts. I liked him but I did not turn on to him sexually; I sensed a “block”. The next time he came to visit me, that mysterious block became clear. Ed had been enjoying sex with his brothers and was afraid this meant he was committed to “homosexuality”. I told him my thoughts and feelings about “homo/hetero” not being the issue in our time, but, more important, was a person being sexual or not. With the block intellectually cleared, I soon discovered that Ed was definitely a sexual person. We fucked for hours that night and he blew my mind with his enthusiasm and imagination. He shared with me his amazing ability to suck himself off, and a relaxed open friendship developed. One night when we were lying around my apartment naked, rapping peacefully in the candlelight, getting high on the music and each other’s company, I passed him the jar of Albolene and we began to masturbate ourselves. Ed was lying across my bed; I was sitting below on a pile of pillows enjoying my penis-shaped “personal vibrator”. He reached down with his free hand and caressed my breasts and face, and I had a lovely orgasm, given to myself with a little help from my friend. I then turned around and began massaging the under part of his balls up to his anus with my vibrator. His eyes were closed in sensato-focus, while he robbed his own penis and moved his pelvis up and down against the smooth white plastic penis, forcing it toward the opening. Can a woman fuck a man? I thought. Why not? I spread a copious amount of Albolene on the tip of my vibrator and held it resolutely against his ass, and in the rhythm of his own movements I began to insert it gently until only the base remained outside. All the vibrations within his body increased. He moaned in exquisite pleasure, smiling, and, with a vocal outburst of laughter, began to come. As I slowly withdrew my “cock” from his ass, the impulse sent him back across the bed, his sperm shooting straight up toward the ceiling ecstasy and surprise propelling him physically through the social barrier between “homo” and “hetero” straight into the conscious state of HUMAN SEXUALITY! From a series of erotic teasers by Jeanne Pasle-Green. Source: Jeanne Pasle-Green & Jim Haynes (Edit.): Hello I Love You - A Collection of Voices Love, in the classical definition, implies ownership. “I love you” – therefore I own you, I possess you. Personally, I am interested in freedom, and “love” for me means I respect you, I like you, I care for you, I am concerned for you. I would like to share my body, my energy, my time, my life with you. I wish to be your friend. Surely, making love is only a more profound way of saying “hello”. Why not say “hello” warmly, tenderly, openly, sincerely to all we encounter? “We can't make love, we barely know each other” could be replaced by “Let's make love, I want to get to know you!” - Jim Haynes - Thanks to Jim Haynes.
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